If you missed our last Porters Re-Porter heres an extract from our oh so popular reciperotica It was dark, yet it was daytime, well she thought it was anyway. The previous 16 hours had been such a whirl, she was unsure if she was coming or going. Then she remembered... Shut your eyes hed said. She obeyed. She waited, senses heightened in expectancy, it felt like an eternity. What was he going to do now ? Was there anything else to try? Her visit had been a blurr of new experiences, taking her to places shed never been before, some ecstacy, some agony. Then she felt something on her face. On her cheek, then her nose, over her lips, then...OMG it was a blindfold. This was entering a whole new dimension. The silky material blocked out the light. It was silent except for the sound of an old fashioned kettle whistling in the background. She was hot, very hot. Was it the steam, was it the expectation? She felt a bead of sweat run down her neck. He mopped it up. He noticed she thought, was he watching me? Just then he rested something against her cheek, she gasped, it was warm and hard. What could it be? A cracking, crushing noise filled the room. Then, on her other cheek, something warm but this time it was soft. Her senses were on overload, she felt like she was going to burst. He turned the heat up, she felt more beads of sweat trickling down the nape of her neck. No mopping this time, he was grunting and groaning and making a kneading noise, what was he doing, why was he doing it without her? A thought flashed into her head, was this a punishment? What had she done wrong? Did she deserve to be punished? She must have. Oh yes he groaned, and she heard a splash. Then there was silence, a silence that seemed to last forever. It was only 540 seconds, but it felt like an eternity. And the heat, it was almost unbearable. Then before she knew it, he was beside her. She longed to reach out, but darent. Give me your hand he said. She did and he curled all her fingers into a fist except for her pinky. He took it and pushed it into something, something hard, then soft, then runny. He withdrew her little pinky and curled his manly lips around it. She quivered. How could something so simple give her so much pleasure? Now its your turn he said. Open your mouth she opened nervously, lips parched. Bite on this, softly, real softly he instructed. She did, and boom her head exploded with a thousand stars lighting up the blindfolded darkness. Her tongue reached out for more in the darkness. More she gasped, is it, is it, is it really? she asked. Yes it is he said, perfectly cooked scotch egg, hard on the outside, warm and runny on the inside With a dash of Picalilli and Smoked Haddock on the side? She asked in a barely audible whisper. Yes, and it really should have got more than 4th equal at the National Scotch Egg Awards he replied. Youll always be my number one she said, glowing with pride and passion.
Posted on: Wed, 03 Sep 2014 14:47:52 +0000
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